It's her body, let her defile it.
You defile yours nightly.
When I was a young man I dated the most gorgeous black woman on the planet for about a year. (I'd love to know what she did with her life, but I lost track of her about 15 years ago.) Anyway, she was about a 38 D. Which is ample, but they worked just fine, if you know what I mean. Well, about 6 months after we broke up we were having lunch and she turned to me and said:
"I've decided to have breast reduction."
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?
"You heard me."
Why are you doing such a stupid thing, I asked?
"Thanks for the support. I knew I could count on you."
But, Rachel, you've got one of the hottest bodies on the planet. Most girls would cut out their tongue to have your figure.
"I sent my photos to Playboy and they never called me. It could only be the large size of my breasts."
Ugh, Rachel, Rachel....
And this was a very, very, liberal lady. You'd think she wouldn't have bought into that whole schtick. But no, she fell for it hook, bra, and panties. Of course, she was about 23, so....
Anyway, about a month later we went to lunch again. I'd completely forgotten about the breast reduction idea. The first words out of her mouth were:
"Well, what do you think."
Huh, I said. About what?
"I had the surgery."
Oh, they look great, I said as we stood in front of the restaurant only imagining what all the scar tissue was like.
The funny part of this story is there was NO apparent change in her breast size. Truly wierd.
And some people ask me why I finally married a conservative, Republican woman.
Some women are d*mn scary!!